The minute Harry finished taking his clothes off Draco flicked his wand to bind his hands. Harry gasped and snapped his head up but licked his lips soon after. Draco beckoned for the man to walk over to him and he did. He bit Harry's bottom lip and then with a swish of his wand, transfigured the man's glasses into a blindfold. He watched as Harry wriggled in anticipation. It had taken him a month to convince Harry to let him do that, but it was worth the wait to see how much he was trusted.

He stepped away from Harry, watching as he leaned forwards a bit. He licked his lips as he summoned a triple cock ring. He quietly walked over to his lover and knelt down. He resized the ring to suit Harry, slicked a bit of lube on it and then slipped it on.

"Draco," Harry said, his voice hoarse. "Draco, what..."

"Cock ring," he mumbled, before stepping back and slipping out of his clothes. He smirked as he watched Harry's cock twitch.

Harry was anxious. When he told Draco to punish him he had not expected to be bound, without the use of his arms, wearing a cock ring and standing in his bedroom listening to Draco's clothes rustle and wondering where the fuck then man was and what the bloody hell he was going to do to Harry.

A moment later he gasped as he felt fingers brush against his abdomen, along his ribs, down his spine. He shook his head in disbelief. How could he be so bloody aware of his skin and of the sounds around him? Lips kissed his shoulder and hands ran up his sides, but the moment Harry leaned towards Draco the man moved. Harry breathed sharply out of his nose in frustration. He cocked his ears and listened but could not hear anything that indicated where Draco was. Whoever invented silencing charms was a bastard, in Harry's good opinion.

"Dra-"

"Shh."

He shivered as cool air blew into his left ear and moved down to his shoulder. He felt the heat of Draco's body nearby and his skin tingled with anticipation. Draco raised Harry's arms and bent them over his head before moving away. Harry flexed his toes nervously and then in an instant he was pulled against Draco's body. Arms wrapped around his back, hair brushed his cheek, a gloriously hot, wet heat swiped up the side of his neck and then Harry bucked his hips and a hardness rubbed against his own. He groaned.

Draco turned him around swiftly and soon he was falling backwards. Harry yelped and flailed and- and he fell onto the bed. He was about to scream at Draco for throwing him like that, while he was blindfolded, but then the bed sank, and Draco was over him, and on him. Licking and biting and sucking and kissing. Harry gasped as something cold, wet and solid slid down his chest and arched his back as cool air blew long the wetness. He yelped as cold fingers brushed his nipples and he flung his head to the side as something ran gently along his cock.

Harry soon found himself wriggling and writhing and begging Draco to stop teasing him. His lover was currently fondling his balls and doing a beautiful job of sucking him off. Harry whimpered as he felt Draco humming around him while the man's tongue tortured him mercilessly. He wanted to cum, and he wanted to cum now, and he wanted the cock ring OFF. He thrust his hips a few times in the hopes of getting off, but that was pointless and Draco held him firmly in place soon after.

Harry felt Draco pulling away and vocalized his complaint in a sort of garbled cry. He felt Draco move to sit above him, knees on either side of Harry's hips and before he could promise never to abandon Draco at the Burrow ever again his glasses were back on his face. Harry blinked a few times and soon he was looking at Draco pumping a finger up his arse. Harry's panting became quicker and his hips bucked.

"For the love of Merlin, Draco... please... please... please," Harry whined, as he threw his head back and thrashed out of frustration. He quickly looked back at Draco though so he could watch the goings-on. Draco had stopped though, to glare at him.

"You very nearly threw me off of you just now, Harry," Draco said, voice hoarse with lust but still scolding. Harry was glad to know he was not alone in his need, even if the extent of that need was more.

Harry grunted. He was already reduced to a whining, begging mess and apologizing to Draco for being bloody fucking randy did not seem fair. At all. "Just get it on with it already. For fuck's sake Draco I need to- Wh- What are you- No, no, don't get up. Please. Please, please, please, Draco. Please, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I-"

And then Harry forgot what he was saying because Draco swiftly made his way onto his cock and all he could think to do was thrust his hips upwards and mutter "Thank you" until it sounded like non-sense. He felt Draco rolling his hips and hands pressing down on his chest. He could hear Draco panting, the slap of their skin and the creak of the bed. He could see Draco hunched over him with his head bowed, muscles flexing, cock bobbing with his movements.

Then Draco started riding him faster and harder, moaning as he did so. Harry was a whimpering mess and he needed release, oh how he needed it. Draco slammed down and ground his hips, his face the depiction of pleasure. He rose up and Harry watched as more of his own cock was revealed and gasped when Draco slammed down and engulfed him again, clenching as he ground his hips once more. He watched the space where they met as Draco rose up and down slowly, his face contorting whenever he managed to brush his prostate on Harry's cock. Soon enough Draco was riding him in earnest again and Harry was bucking as he mumbled Merlin knew what.

Harry watched as Draco began to jerk himself off while he rode and when he came Harry could feel him tightening around him, and hear his own name being moaned and was amazed that Draco still had the energy to keep riding him. He could feel his own orgasm coming on and it roiled inside him like a beast, promising an intensity that Harry both hoped and feared for. And then he felt it. His orgasm was intense and blinding and made the room spin. It tore a moan out of him and Harry arched and bucked and curled his toes. He sobbed and he moaned and he shook. Everything was heat and pleasure. His eyes rolled and-

-and then slowly he woke up with Draco wrapped around him and sunlight seeping through the curtains.